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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:09 pm
The story here begins in the forests off the edge of the earth territory. An undecided woman runs from her persuers through the tall trees, hoping to save more than just her life.
The young woman stumbled, but kept running. The horsemen behind her carried on to chase her. She tripped again, stumbling over a fallen treebranch and falling flat on her face. She lifts her head, only to receive a whiop to the back and she's up and running again. Her gown is tattered and her emerald green eyes shine with unshed tears as she at last disappears into a low crevese, hiding in the small stream that flows through it. Her highheels had broken long ago, the midnight black blades that had been hidden in them left long ago, embedded in a corpse of a huntsman. Her white hair fell in strands, framing her delicate facial features, the braids above her ears had come undone and she now had mud staining her pure white locks. "Crap."
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 2:07 pm
A dark cloaked young woman approached her.
She had been watching in the nearby shadows.
What a wimp. She can't hide from a few measly horsemen.
Come on, girly. Hide. Horses aren't hard to disract anyway..
Throw a lit candle at them. You can't just run away. Do something. Anything. The woman thought. She came up to the woman with the muddy, torn clothes. And said one word. " Wimp.".
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 5:00 pm
"Shut up." Tempest muttered as she stood, straightening her skirts, the chains around her wrists clinking lightly. "I'm not a wimp, I'm not used to running in highheels."
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